Caitlin Snow Killer Frost Novels & Stories

“Sure.” “It's Ashley. Ashley Frost. That's my real name.” Her eyes flew open. “I changed my name to Arin so Kael wouldn't have to figure me out easily. Before my mother died, she called my name in his presence. I knew if I had to bear the same name, he'd realize it sooner than I expected. Though he did, lucky he didn't kill me.” “You are a crazy hypocrite, Arin!” She yelled, still surprised. “And I am only getting to know now?”

"Remi, it has to be fake. Ms. Slater was nine months pregnant. The baby wouldn't just die like that! She's doing this to make you feel guilty." She wiped away her tears and added pitifully, "I don't know what she's thinking, sending something so morbid to my son's celebration. Is she trying to curse him?" "Enough. Stop talking." Remi set the urn on a nearby table and opened it in front of everyone. They all froze. "Remi, what are you doing? You're not actually going to look inside, are you?" "Remi, you should respect the dead. If you really have doubts, why don't you go find Ariel and ask her directly?"

Despite their dedicated efforts to sustain the hype for the audience, their anxiety grew. "The massacre that obliterated the entire village of Faerystone. The perpetrator is the serial killer known as Rime Slayer, classified by Airburst as a Queen-level criminal. As the rescue team shattered through the icy glass panes in search of survivors, they were met with a grim tableau of despair. The village inhabitants lay dead, their bodies marked with massive lacerations. Upon closer examination, the wounds revealed traces of crimson ice formed from congealed blood..."

he asked, voice calm, too calm. Rosa blinked at the sudden question, her brows twitching as she tried to remember. “Um..maybe six? Or a little younger.” She paused. Her voice softened to a whisper. “I remember snow. My hands were cold.” Her lips pouted down with sadness. “I didn’t even get to s-say goodbye.” Killian’s gaze sharpened like a blade. Drunk man. A car crash. Winter. Those words rang in his ears like distant sirens. ‘Shit!’ he cursed inside.

"She killed the students of Krystaline Academy." His eyebrows met. "She?" Chloe nodded. "The killer's a woman. She wielded a staff that has blue crystal on top of it. And she radiates blue energy with her." Chloe coughed so Ciaran rushed to take the medicine and brought it to her. She took it from him with her shaky hands but he insisted to feed her. After gulping down the remaining of the medicine, Chloe calmed down. "Thank you." Ciaran nodded at her and let her recount what had happened.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

I didn’t come here to fall in love. But I was already slipping. The cocoa stand was just as she promised tiny, rustic, and magical. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, and the air smelled like sugar and cinnamon. We stood in line, helmets off, steam rising from the cups of the people ahead of us. I glanced at her while she wasn’t looking. Lily Carter. Snow instructor. Small-town sunshine. Possibly made of stardust and pine. “What?” she asked, catching me. “Nothing.” She gave me a look.

"He didn't just want the trophy. He wanted to see a Navarro crawl. And I did. I crawled off that rink while the stadium cheered for a murderer." Cass walked over, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder. The heat from the Alpha’s skin was intense, the fever of a wounded wolf. "Isabella knows." Luke stiffened. "My sister knows what?" "She’s been writing it. All of it. The betrayal on the ice. The way Victor Reyes—or whatever pen name she’s using for Brandon—systematically dismantled your life." Cass pulled a digital slate from his cloak. "She calls it 'The Frozen Alpha.' It’s the talk of the Harbor Street Bar. The whole pack is reading about your fall, Luke."

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

Blythe turned to face her friend, who was actually white as snow at that precise time, and was overcome with uncertainty and fear. "Who are you?" she asked once more, but this time with more intensity. "I am Phoenix Frost, Snow's fiancé."